The wind’s dropped and the sun’s out. Poppies have started to bleed through the oil seed rape west of the Firle Bostal Road.
Many of the birds seem to have expended their spring energies early this year. But this morning, a Lesser Whitethroat was again singing at the allotments, and a Red-legged Partridge was starting its engine from a wheat field.
Last night, a group of over 30 Swifts fed high over the park before drifting North.